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  And of course it was true. Riley remembered all too well how hard it had been for Jilly to adjust to life in her home—and especially how she’d struggled with feelings of unworthiness. In an especially weak moment, Jilly had run off to another truck stop, thinking that selling her body was all she was good for.

  “I’m nobody,” Jilly had told Riley when the police brought her back.

  The lawyer had done her research well, but Jilly had changed so much since then. Riley was sure that those days of insecurity were over.

  Still maintaining a tone of deep concern, Paget said to Jilly …

  “Sooner or later, dear, you’ve got to accept the help of people who care about you. And right now, your father wants more than anything else to give you a good life. I think you owe it to him to give him a chance to do that.”

  Turning to the judge, Paget added, “Your honor, I leave the matter to you.”

  For the first time, the judge seemed to be genuinely moved.

  He said, “Mr. Scarlatti, your eloquent comments have forced me to reconsider my decision.

  Riley gasped aloud.

  Is this really happening?

  The judge continued, “Arizona statute is very clear on the matter of severance. The first consideration is the fitness of the parents. The second consideration is the best interests of the child. Only if the parent is deemed unfit can the second consideration be brought into question.”

  He paused to think for a moment.

  “Mr. Scarlatti’s unfitness has not been established here today. I think rather to the contrary, he seems to be doing everything he can to become an excellent father.”

  Looking alarmed, Kaul stood up and spoke sharply.

  “Your honor, I object. Mr. Scarlatti gave up his rights voluntarily, and this is completely unexpected. The agency had no reason to bring evidence to establish his unfitness.”

  The judge spoke with a note of finality and rapped his gavel.

  “Then I have no reason to consider anything further. Custody is granted to the father, effective immediately.”

  Riley couldn’t help letting out a cry of despair.

  This is real, she thought.

  I’m losing Jilly.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Riley was almost hyperventilating as she tried to grasp what was happening.

  Surely I can contest this decision, she thought.

  The agency and the lawyer could easily put together some solid evidence of Scarlatti’s abusive behavior.

  But what would happen in the meantime?

  Jilly would never stay with her father. She would run away again—and this time she might really disappear.

  Riley might never see her youngest daughter again.

  Still sitting at the bench, the judge said to Jilly, “Young lady, I think you should go to your father now.”

  To Riley’s surprise, Jilly looked utterly calm.

  She squeezed Riley’s hand and whispered …

  “Don’t worry, Mom. This is going to be all right.”

  She walked over to where Scarlatti and his fiancée were now standing. Albert Scarlatti’s smile seemed warm and welcoming.

  Just as her father held out his arms to hug her, Jilly said, “I’ve got something to say to you.”

  A curious expression crossed Scarlatti’s face.

  Jilly said, “You killed my brother.”

  “Wh-what?” Scarlatti stammered. “No, that’s not true, and you know it. Your brother Norbert ran away. I’ve told you lots of times—”

  Jilly interrupted him.

  “No, I’m not talking about my big brother. I don’t even remember him. I’m talking about my little brother.”

  “But you never had a—”

  “No, I never had a little brother. Because you killed him.”

  Scarlatti’s mouth dropped open and his face reddened.

  Her voice shaking with anger, Jilly continued, “I guess you think I don’t remember my mother, because I was so little when she left. But I do remember. I remember she was pregnant. I remember you yelling at her. You hit her in the stomach. I saw you do it, again and again. Then she was sick. And then she wasn’t pregnant anymore. She told me it was a boy, and he would have been my little brother, but you killed him.”

  Riley was staggered by what Jilly was saying. She had no doubt that every word of it was true.

  I wish she could have told me, she thought.

  But of course, Jilly must have found it too painful to talk about—until this very moment.

  Jilly was sobbing now. She said, “Mommy cried a lot when she told me. She said she had to go away, or you’d kill her sooner or later. And she did go away. And I never saw her again.”

  Scarlatti’s face was knotting up in an ugly expression. Riley could see that he was struggling with his rage.

  He growled, “Girl, you don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re imagining the whole thing.”

  Jilly said, “She was wearing her pretty blue dress that day. The one she really liked. See, I do remember. I saw the whole thing.”

  Jilly’s words were pouring out in a desperate torrent.

  “You kill everything and everybody sooner or later. You can’t help it. I’ll bet you even lied when you told me my puppy ran away. You probably killed Darby too.”

  Scarlatti was shaking all over now.

  Jilly’s words kept flowing out, “My mother did the right thing by running away, and I hope she’s happy, wherever she is. And if she’s dead—well, she’s still better off than she would be with you.”

  Scarlatti let out a roar of fury. “Shut up, you little bitch!”

  He grabbed Jilly by the shoulder with one hand and slapped her across the face with the other.

  Jilly cried out and tried to pull away from him.

  Riley was on her feet, rushing toward Scarlatti. Before she got there, two security officers had grabbed the man by the arms.

  Jilly broke free and ran to Riley.

  The judge pounded his gavel and everything got quiet. He looked around the courtroom as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

  For a moment, he just sat there, breathing heavily.

  Then he looked at Riley and said, “Ms. Paige, I think I owe you an apology. I made the wrong decision just now, and I rescind it.”

  He glared at Scarlatti and added, “Another sound from you and I’ll put you under arrest.”

  Looking at the others in the room, the judge said firmly, “There will be no further hearings. This is my final determination on this adoption. Custody is awarded to the adoptive mother.”

  He rapped his gavel again and got up and left the courtroom without another word.

  Riley turned and looked at Scarlatti. His dark eyes were furious, but the two security officers were still standing beside him. He glanced at his fiancée, who was looking on in horror. Then Scarlatti hung his head and just stood there quietly.

  Jilly threw herself into Riley’s arms, sobbing.

  Riley held her close and said, “You’re a brave girl, Jilly. I’m never going to let you go, no matter what happens. You can count on it.”

  *

  Jilly’s cheek was still stinging as Riley wrapped up a few details with Brenda and the lawyer. But it seemed like a good kind of hurting and she knew it would soon go away. She’d told the truth about something she’d kept to herself for much too long. As a result, she was free from her father forever.

  Riley—her new mom—drove her back to their hotel room, where they packed up quickly and drove to the airport. They arrived in plenty of time for their flight home and checked their bags so they wouldn’t have to lug them around. Then they went together to a restroom.

  Jilly stood looking in a mirror while her mom was in a nearby stall.

  A slight bruise was forming on the side of her face where her father had hit her. But it was going to be OK now.

  Her father could never hurt her again. And all because she’d come out and told the truth about
her little lost brother at last. That was all it had taken to turn everything around.

  She smiled a little as she remembered Mom saying to her …

  “You’re a brave girl, Jilly.”

  Yes, Jilly thought. I guess I am pretty brave.

  CHAPTER SIX

  When Riley came out of the restroom, she didn’t see Jilly anywhere.

  The first thing she felt was a flash of anger.

  She remembered telling Jilly clearly …

  “Wait right outside the door. Don’t go anywhere.”

  And now she was nowhere in sight.

  That girl, Riley thought.

  She wasn’t worried about missing their flight. They had plenty of time before boarding. But she had hoped to take things slow and easy after such a hard day. She’d planned for them to go on through security, find their gate, and then find a nice place to eat.

  Riley sighed with discouragement.

  Even after Jilly’s courageous actions in the courtroom, Riley couldn’t help but be disappointed by this new display of immaturity.

  She knew that if she went searching for Jilly in the big terminal, they’d probably go on missing each other time and time again. She looked for a place to sit and wait for Jilly to come back, which she surely would do sooner or later.

  But as Riley gazed around the big, open terminal building, she caught a glimpse of Jilly going through one of the glass doors that led outside.

  Or at least she thought it was Jilly—it was hard to be sure from where Riley was standing.

  And who was that woman that the girl seemed to be with?

  It looked like Barbara Long, Albert Scarlatti’s fiancée.

  But the two people disappeared quickly among the travelers milling about outside.

  Riley felt a tingle of apprehension. Had her eyes been playing tricks on her?

  No, she was now pretty sure of what she’d seen.

  But what was going on? Why would Jilly be going anywhere with that woman?

  Riley got moving. She knew there was no time to make sense of this. Breaking into a trot, she instinctively reached under her lightweight jacket and patted the gun she wore in her shoulder holster.

  She was stopped by a uniformed security guard who stepped in front of her.

  He spoke in a calm, professional voice. “Are you drawing a weapon, ma’am?”

  Riley let out a groan of frustration.

  She said, “Sir, I don’t have time for this.”

  She could tell by the guard’s expression that she’d only confirmed his suspicion.

  He drew his own weapon and moved toward her. Out of the corner of her eye, Riley saw that another guard had spotted the activity and was also approaching.

  “Let me by,” Riley snapped, showing both of her hands. “I’m an FBI agent.”

  The guard with the gun didn’t reply. Riley guessed that he didn’t believe her. And she knew he was trained not to believe her. He was just doing his job.

  The second guard looked like he was now about to frisk her.

  Riley was losing precious time. Given her superior training, she calculated that she could probably disarm the guard with the gun before he could fire. But the last thing she needed right now was to get into a needless hassle with a pair of well-meaning security guards.

  Forcing herself to stand still, she said, “Look, just let me show you my ID.”

  The two guards glanced at each other warily.

  “OK,” the guard with the gun said. “But slowly.”

  Riley carefully pulled out her badge and showed it to them.

  Their mouths dropped open.

  “I’m in a hurry,” Riley said.

  The guard standing in front of her nodded and holstered his gun.

  Gratefully, she broke into a run across the terminal and dashed through the glass doors to the outside.

  Riley looked all around. Neither Jilly nor the woman were anywhere in sight.

  But then she spotted her daughter’s face in the back window of an SUV. Jilly looked alarmed, and her hands were pressing against the glass.

  Even worse, the vehicle was starting to pull away.

  Riley broke into a desperate run.

  Luckily, the SUV bounced to a halt. A vehicle ahead of it had stopped for pedestrians and the SUV was trapped behind it.

  Riley reached the driver’s side before the SUV could pull away again.

  And there was Albert Scarlatti in the driver’s seat.

  She pulled out her gun and pointed it through the window, directly at his head.

  “It’s over, Scarlatti,” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

  But before she knew it, Scarlatti swung his door open, slamming it into her. The gun fell out of her hand and clattered to the pavement.

  Riley was furious now—not just at Scarlatti, but at herself for misjudging the distance between herself and the door. For once she’d let her panic get the best of her.

  But she recovered her wits in a split-second.

  This man was not going to get away with Jilly.

  Before Scarlatti could slam the door shut again, Riley jammed her arm inside to block it. Although the door hit her arm painfully, it couldn’t close.

  Riley yanked the door wide open and saw that Scarlatti hadn’t bothered to fasten his seat belt.

  She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him, cursing and struggling, out of the car.

  He was a big man, and stronger than she’d expected. He pulled loose from her and raised his fist to punch her in the face. But Riley was faster. She hit him hard in the solar plexus and heard the wind burst out of his lungs as he buckled forward. Then she hit him in the back of the head.

  He fell flat on his face on the pavement.

  Riley retrieved her gun from where it had fallen and put it back into her holster.

  By then, several security guards were scurrying around her. Fortunately, one of them was the man she’d faced inside the terminal.

  “It’s OK,” the man yelled to the other guards. “She’s FBI.”

  The worried guards obediently kept their distance.

  Now Riley heard Jilly yell from inside the car …

  “Mom! Open the back!”

  When Riley stepped over to the vehicle, she saw that the woman, Barbara Long, was sitting in the front passenger seat, looking terrified.

  Without a word, Riley touched the unlock switch that controlled all the doors.

  Jilly threw the hatch open and climbed out of the car.

  Barbara Long opened the door on her side, looking as if she hoped to slip away. But one of the guards stopped her before she could take two steps.

  Looking utterly defeated, Scarlatti was trying to crawl back to his feet.

  Riley wondered …

  What should I do with this guy? Arrest him? And her?

  It seemed like a waste of time and energy. Besides, she and Jilly might be stuck here in Phoenix for days pressing charges against him.

  While she was trying to make up her mind, she heard Jilly’s voice behind her …

  “Mom, look!”

  Riley turned around and saw Jilly holding a small, big-eared dog in her arms.

  “You could just let that old ex-dad go,” Jilly said, with a mischievous grin. “After all, he did bring my dog back. Wasn’t that nice of him?”

  “That’s …” Riley sputtered in astonishment, trying to remember the name of the puppy Jilly had talked about.

  “This is Darby,” Jilly said proudly. “Now she can go home with us.”

  Riley hesitated for a long moment, then felt her face break out into a smile.

  She looked around at the guards and said, “Deal with this guy however you like. And his girlfriend too. My daughter and I have got a plane to catch.”

  Riley led Jilly and the dog away from the perplexed-looking guards.

  “Come on,” she said to Jilly. “We’ve got to find ourselves a pet carrier. And explain this to the airline.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

>   As their plane descended into DC, Riley sat with Jilly snuggled against her shoulder, napping. Even the little dog, nervous and whiny at the beginning of the flight, had settled down quickly. Darby was curled up and sleeping quietly in the carrier they’d hastily bought from the airline. Jilly had explained to Riley that Barbara Long had approached her outside the restroom and convinced her to go with her to get Darby, claiming she hated dogs and wanted Jilly to have her. When she got to the car, Barbara shoved her inside and locked the doors, and they took off.

  Now that the whole ordeal was over, Riley found herself thinking again about that weird phone call from Morgan Farrell last night …

  “I killed the bastard,” Morgan had said.

  Riley had called the Atlanta police right away, but she hadn’t heard any news since from them, and she hadn’t had time to check back and find out what had happened.

  She wondered—had Morgan been telling the truth, or had Riley sent the cops on a false alarm?

  Was Morgan now in custody?

  The whole idea of the fragile-looking woman killing anybody at all still struck Riley as very hard to believe.

  But Morgan had been most insistent.

  Riley remembered her saying …

  “I’m looking right down at his body lying in bed, and he’s got knife wounds all over him, and he bled a lot.”

  Riley knew all too well that even the mildest and unlikeliest people could be driven to violent extremes. It usually happened because of some twist in their own makeup, something repressed and hidden that burst forth under extreme circumstances, causing them to commit seemingly inhuman acts.

  Morgan had also told her, “I’ve been rather doped up lately.”

  Maybe Morgan had just fantasized or hallucinated the whole thing.

  Riley reminded herself …

  Whatever happened, it’s none of my concern.

  It was time for her to focus on her own family, which now included two daughters—and to Riley’s own surprise, a dog.

  And wasn’t it also time for her to get back to work?

  But Riley couldn’t help thinking that after today’s courtroom and airport dramas, maybe she deserved a good rest break. Shouldn’t she take another day of leave before returning to Quantico?